Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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A Long Way From Home

As Damien caught her knee and pushed back with the aid of the Force, Joza went with it and dropped down as she leaned back. Using the momentum she’d gained, the dancer attempted to sweep his leg with one of her own before pivoting upwards on her other foot, delivering a slash that started from his left hip and attempted to travel up to his right shoulder.

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 
Damien attempted to dodge the blow, but the saber just barely made contact with him as he hissed in pain. He grabbed at his cut, the blade cutting into him too quickly for it to cauterize. He was bleeding.

[member="Joza Perl"]
 
After she struck him, Joza elected not to press her advantage, though she was still wary of him. Moving back, she put a few paces of distance between the two. “Do you have it out of your system yet?” The Zeltron would eye him carefully, figuring that he’d either stop or charge at her.

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 
Joza stared down at him, her face a mask of stone as she contemplated the apprentice who had fallen, clutching at the wound she’d given him. Hearing his words, she once again extended her presence in the Force to feel his sincerity. After another minute, she deactivated her saber but kept the hilt in her hand, a bit of wariness tingling the edge of her mind. “How did that make you feel, Damien?”

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 
“Why should I?” She knelt down beside Damien, casting him a stringent gaze. “You lashed out at me.” She continued, her voice even but not cold. Alas, she could not keep the act up for long after realizing that she sounded crueler than she’d intended to. Joza had only meant to try and toughen him up, but she probably wasn’t the best person to be handling an apprentice who walked the feverish line between light and dark.

“Easy,” She muttered, guiding him down so that he was laying on his back. She retrieved a syringe and sterile aliquot of bacta from her robes, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself as she injected the healing stimulant directly into his torso.

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 
"I'm... sorry. That's the first time I've ever been that deep in the dark side... Agh!" He cried out as she moved him, but eased up when she gave him the healing stimulant.

[member="Joza Perl"]
 
Joza’s features softened at his words, and she felt a wave of guilt wash over her now that she’d considered her actions in more detail. She tried to strangle him for Force’s sake. Not exactly her best moment.

“I understand,” She admitted, shifting so that she was sitting to be cross-legged. “I’ve also done things that I regret while allowing the dark side to take over.” She paused to place a hand on his collarbone, feeding a concentration version of her pheromones into him in an attempt to ease him into a more relaxed state. “What triggered it?”

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 
"I don't know... since I've mentioned my master... I've been getting images... of her being slaughtered... over and over again..." He fought tears back as he sunk his head.

[member="Joza Perl"]
 
Joza’s face fell a bit when he mentioned seeing visions of his master. Rarely had the Force granted her visions, and even then only on Ilum had she experienced them. They were…not pleasant.

“It’s difficult,” She made no move to stop him as he sunk his head, able to feel his remorse. “Try…try not to give in to them. Not in to the dark side anyways.” She shook her head, feeling as if she had absolutely no right to speak on such things, but continued anyhow. “I can’t imagine that it would be something you could forgive and forget, and I wouldn’t expect you to. But if you linger on in long enough, you’ll either stagnate or…fall.”

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 
Joza fell silent, listening to Damien as he chanted to himself, hopefully calming himself down in the process. She could only guess that he’d been through quite a bit in his lifetime, if his words and actions were anything to go by.

“The life of a Jedi isn’t an easy one, Damien. I don’t think there’s a single one who hadn’t had to face something to make their faith waver.” She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “So you’ve chosen the path of a Gray Jedi?”

[member="Damien Sinan"]
 

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